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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.