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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Gong,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.