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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.