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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith 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?
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.