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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 marimba 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.