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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the funk 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Cameo,
the Human League,
Wire,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.