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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Television,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.