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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.