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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.