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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.