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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Organ,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.