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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.