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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.