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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.