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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.