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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.