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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Ituana,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.