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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.