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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.