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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
Television,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
Wire,
DNA,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.