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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.