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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.