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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.