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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Happenings to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.