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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.