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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.