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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Visage,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.