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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going 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?
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.