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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.