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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.