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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.