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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Scientists,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.