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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.