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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.