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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Ultravox 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Television,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.