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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.