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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.