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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.