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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.