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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Crime,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
10cc,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.