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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
MDC,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.