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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 Houston and Salvador.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.