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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.