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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Can,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.