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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Masters at Work,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.