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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.