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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Wings,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.