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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
X-101,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Rekid,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.