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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Radio Birdman,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.