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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.