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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.