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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
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 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 Nirvana to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.