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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.