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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.