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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.