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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.