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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.