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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.