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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.