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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.