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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.