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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.