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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.