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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Harmonia to the funk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Motorama,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.