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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 The Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.