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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.