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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.