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 Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.