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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
The Saints,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.