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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.