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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Shoche 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.