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 Tajikistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Drexciya,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.