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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.