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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.