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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Smog,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.