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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Bourne 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.