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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure 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?
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.