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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 clarinet 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.