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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.