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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Monks,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.