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 Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.