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 Burundi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.