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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.