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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.