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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.