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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Skaos,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.