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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.