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 Taiwan 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.