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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
MDC,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.