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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.