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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.