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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Knickerbockers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.