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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.