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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.