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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.