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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.