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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Hashim,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.