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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.