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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Unwound,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.