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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.