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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Gong,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.