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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.