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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.