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 Thailand and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.