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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Urselle,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.