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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.