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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Interpol,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.