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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.