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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.