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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.