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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.