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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.