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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Joy Division to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Magma,
The Offenders,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.