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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.