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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.