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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.