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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Pretty Things to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.