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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.