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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Wings,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.