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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.