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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.