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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
June Days,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.