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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.