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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Television,
the Association,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Technova,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.