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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 organ 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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
MDC,
Roy Ayers,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.