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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 a-ha to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.