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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.