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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO 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?
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.