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 Tuvalu and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.