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 Kingdom 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 UT to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.