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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.