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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Slits to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.