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 Qatar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.