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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Leaves to the rock 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.