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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.