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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.