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 Chad and from Accra.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.