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 Austria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Josef K,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.