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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 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 Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Doors,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.