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 Iceland and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.