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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Gun Club to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.