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 Swaziland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.