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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.