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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.