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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
UT,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Move,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.