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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.