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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Skaos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.