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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Searchers,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.