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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.