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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.