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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.