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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.