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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.