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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.