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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Television,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.