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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Slave,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.