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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
MDC,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.