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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Avey Tare 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.