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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Q65,
The Names,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.