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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Television,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.