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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.