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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.