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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.