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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.