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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
PIL,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.