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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.