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 China and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Franke,
ABC,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.