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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.