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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
a-ha,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.