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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.