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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.