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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Cale to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.