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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
ABC,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.