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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Animal Collective 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.