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 Romania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.