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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.