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 Singapore and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.