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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.