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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.