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 Ghana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 snare 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 Jimmy McGriff 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Flash Fearless,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.