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 United States and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.