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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.