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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Television,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.