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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.