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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.