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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.