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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Yazoo to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Index,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.