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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.