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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.