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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.