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 India and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.