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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.