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 Taiwan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.