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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.