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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.