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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.