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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.