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 Belize and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.