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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.