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 Ireland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.