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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.