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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.