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 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.