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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.