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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 The Invisible 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Smog,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.