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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.