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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 The Remains 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.