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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.