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 United States and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.