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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.