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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
a-ha,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.