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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Scion,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.