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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.