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 Australia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 oboe 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 The Victims 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.