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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
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Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.