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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Oneida,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Pole,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.