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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.