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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.