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 Greece and from London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Mummies to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.