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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.