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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Icehouse,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.