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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 of Four. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.