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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Make Up,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
JFA,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.