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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Brick,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.