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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.