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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker to the dance 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
PIL,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.