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 Seychelles and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.