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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Faust,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.