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 Brazil 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.