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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.