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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.