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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 The Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.