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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.