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 Kazakhstan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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?
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.