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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.