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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.