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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.