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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.