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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.