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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.