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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.