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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.