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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Symarip,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
This Heat,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.