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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warren Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.