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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Index to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.