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 Benin and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.