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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.