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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.