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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Buzzcocks,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.