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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.