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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.