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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.