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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.