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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Oneida,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.