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 Ghana and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the disco 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.