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 Benin and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the punk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.