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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
the Association,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.