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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.