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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.