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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gladiators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.