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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.