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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
New Order,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.