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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.