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 Libya 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.