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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.