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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.