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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Franke,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.