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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Erasure,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.