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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.