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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Index,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.