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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.