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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.