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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.