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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.