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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.