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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.