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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Cluster,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.