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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.