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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.