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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.