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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.