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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Motions,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.