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 Kuwait 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.