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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.