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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.