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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.