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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.