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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.