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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.