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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.