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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.