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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
the Human League,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.