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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.