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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.