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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.