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 Mauritius and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Selecter 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.