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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.