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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.