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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
The Names,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.