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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.