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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.