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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.