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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.