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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the disco 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
The Martian,
CMW,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.