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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.