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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Little Man,
Hashim,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.