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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Lyres,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.