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 Mexico and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Wings,
Qualms,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.