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 Turkey 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.