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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Ossler,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.