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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.