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 Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.