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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.