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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.