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 East Timor and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Saints to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.