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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
The Martian,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.