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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.