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 United States and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.