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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Stooges to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring 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 punk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.