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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the techno 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.