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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.