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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.