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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Q65,
MC5,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.