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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All ABC 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 disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.