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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Gong,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.