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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.