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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Television,
X-101,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Quantec,
Japan,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.