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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.