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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.