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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.