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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.