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 Bahrain 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Index,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.