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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.