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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Hoover,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.