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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.