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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.