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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.