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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.