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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.