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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the punk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.