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 Mali and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Eddi Front to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Smog,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Can,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.