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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Slave,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.