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 Venezuela 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 Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Residents to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.