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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 The Busters to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.