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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.