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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.