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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.