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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Main Source 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
UT,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.