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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.