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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
Franke,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.