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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.