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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.