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 Syria and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.