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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.