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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.