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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Wire to the grime 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.