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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Wings,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.