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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.