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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.