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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.