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 Mexico 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.