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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.