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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.