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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Scientists to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Gong,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.