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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Wire,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Cameo,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.