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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.