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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.