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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.