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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.