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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.