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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.