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 Palau and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the funk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.