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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Von Mondo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.