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 China and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.