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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Ronan,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.