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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.