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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 organ 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.