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 China and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
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.