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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.