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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.