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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 AZ to the rap 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.