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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.