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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Brick,
Ronan,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.