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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.