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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Aswad,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.