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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Skaos,
June Days,
Can,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.