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 Congo and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
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,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Can,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.