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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 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 Make Up to the disco 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.