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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
X-102,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.