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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Niagra,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.