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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.