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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.