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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.