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 Latvia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Delta 5,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.