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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.