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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.