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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Model 500,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.