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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Visage,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.