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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
JFA,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.