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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Nas,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.