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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Television,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Nico,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.