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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.