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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.