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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pole to the disco 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Pole,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Fear,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.