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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.