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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Television,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.