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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Fear,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.