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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.