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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.