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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Mars,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.