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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Quantec,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Gong,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.