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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.