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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.