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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.