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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.