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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.