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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.