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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.