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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.