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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Move to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras 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 funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Roxette,
The Doors,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Nico,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.