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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.