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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.