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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.