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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.