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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.