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 Finland 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.