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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 UT to the grime 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.