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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.