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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.