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 Finland and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.