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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.