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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 H. Thieme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.