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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
UT,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.