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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.