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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.