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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.