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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.