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 Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 In Retrospect to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
New Order,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.