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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
The Martian,
Television,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.