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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skarface,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.