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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.