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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.