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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.