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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Nico,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.