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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.