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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.