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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.