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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Brick,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.