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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.