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 Nauru 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.