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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.