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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
X-101,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.