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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.