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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.