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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.