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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.