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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Slave,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.