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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Deepchord,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Liliput,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.