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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.