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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
The Motions,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.