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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 arpeggiator 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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.