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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Quantec 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Nico,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.