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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.