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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.