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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.