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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 LL Cool J to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.