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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Mummies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Index,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.