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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Pole,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.