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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Wings,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.