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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.