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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.