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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Invisible to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.