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 Iraq and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Cal Tjader 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Magma,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.