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 Brunei and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Pole,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.