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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.