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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.