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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.