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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.