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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.