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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.