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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 the Association to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.