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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.