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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.