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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.