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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
DNA,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.