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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.