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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.