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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Warsaw,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.