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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.