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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the rock 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
JFA,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Fear,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.