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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.