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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.