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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.