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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.