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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Index to the electroclash 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.