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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
the Germs,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.