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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.