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 Greece 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.