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 Switzerland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.