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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.