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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.