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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.