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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.