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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.