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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Television,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.