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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.