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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.