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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.