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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.