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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Real Kids to the punk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.