Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sandy B to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.