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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
ABC,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.